When the rain of spears stopped, the blue light pillars receded. However, the vortex in the sky remained, warning everyone that the disaster hadn't ended. The silver lining was that the rumbling had stopped. Ice shards covered the street but they were minor details compared to the skewered and mutilated bodies littering it. Houses were wrecked by ice, freezing the unfortunate souls living in them.
The usually humid air turned dry. The usually lukewarm wind turned chilly. You could see the water in your breath freeze when you breathed out. In under two minutes, nearly a tenth of Consio was turned into a freezing tundra. The civilians weren't foreign to winter, but the snow and ice covering their city brought terror to their souls.
